The Rebellion of Inheritance - Mason Wheatley 3



The Rebellion of Inheritance - Mason Wheatley 3

"Thank you for your care, Kelver," Mescal greeted in his usual formal way. "Rum."

He meant that Kelver's experimental project was directly funded by the boss. Except for Rum who was willing to find out, other codename members avoided it. Even Vermouth, the boss's favorite member, subconsciously ignored it.

Of course, there are also reasons why one doesn't want to watch it out of disgust.

"No, no..." Rum's cheerful voice sounded, completely unaffected by Mescal's flat tone, acting like he was meeting a long-lost friend, "He is a very promising young man. I heard that you have been busy recently, so you sent his brother back."

"What should I do?" Rum's voice was full of worry, as if he was sincerely thinking about him. "It's a good thing for the family to be reunited, but I can't delay my work if I take care of two children by myself."

"If you don't have time," Rum suggested with a smile, "I can do it for you..."

"Rum," Mescal interrupted the conversation directly. Just ignore this old guy with bad intentions, "Lend me the new guy under your command."

"Which one?" Rum knew it very well. Mescal must have asked for the best one. "We are always short of manpower..."

Mescal never indulged these mystics. "According to the order of that master, the Tokiwa Group can directly access the background data of the Jincheng system."

Mescal and Rum knew it was impossible to exchange a favor for Kelver, but it didn't stop the two guys from arguing. Mason hung up the phone directly, "I'll inform Amuro Toru," he coldly spat out the pseudonym of Ishii Kazuki's classmate, "If he does well this time, I'll recommend him to be a code member in the future."

Rum was not angry when Mescal, who was almost a generation younger than him, hung up the phone without giving him face. People who have watched Mason grow up understand that his simple and rough manner in socializing is out of respect for Karasuma Renya by saying hello.

"But..." Rum's half-stiff fake face disappeared in the darkness. He covered his left eye that was said to remember everything. His confidant Curacao stood beside him and poured him a glass of rum. "That old guy's daughter is pretty good. She has such a good eye for choosing a son-in-law. The kid she gave birth to looks exactly like him."

He shrugged, the wine swaying in the goblet, "How enviable..." He showed a sinister smile with comic special effects, "When my son-in-law was killed by an undercover agent, he used this as an excuse to attack me, and also took the opportunity to ask that adult for some of the authority of the intelligence team. His daughter is also resourceful, and she actually succeeded in leaving this to him as an inheritance..."

Today, Mescal, the little cub in Rum's mouth, is also a little fox who is no less ambitious. Five generations of people have been protecting the crow. With his connections and ability, it is natural for Mescal to hold a high position at such a young age.

"CuraƧao," Rum waved to his confidant, "Go and lead the newcomers. After all, we are going to infiltrate Japan's top financial group. It would be bad if something goes wrong."

Curacao said nothing, but bowed to show his understanding.

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